Ob-la-di, ob-la-da.

I’ve had the hiccups three times now in the past 24 hours. That’s the way I roll, yo. I’ve also had the same song stuck in my head since last night. I can’t tell you what it is, or it will never go away. Song-that-shall-not-be-named was a constant soundtrack while Jason and I played tennis after work. I think it went away briefly as we watched “True Romance“, a film Jason passionately wanted me to see. It’s a lot like “A Life Less Ordinary“, only with lead actors I’m not attracted to.

I’m all stressed out. Seriously. Trying to make my life ideal takes a lot of effort. I’d like to write a whiny white-middle-class-girl blues song about it, but I don’t know what rhymes with

I can’t consolidate my loans because they’re either private, or not enough to count.

I have a cat I don’t want, but no one to take her.

I’m going to lose my insurance if I go on vacation.

I have litigation hanging over my head from a rightly broken lease.

The tag in the back of my shirt itches.

My skirt has static cling, because I stopped shaving my legs.

I’m almost done with the book I like, and I loathe to read the one I have lined up.

Dun du-duh da dun. Call me Johnny Lee Hooker. (Sonya Lea Hooker?)

  1. Sonya:

    Sorry you’re having a shitty time of late. Maybe this will cheer you up?

    The Secret Lives of Librarians – Quimby’s (1854 W North Ave)

    Librarians aren’t just all about wearing their hair in buns, praising Melvil Dewey’s decimals, and silencing rowdy teens with a well-timed “shush.” Librarians have lives too, dammit, and sometimes they even publish ‘zines about them. As the American Library Association Annual Congress rolls into Chicago, several of these riot librrrarians peel away from the ALA’s bibliophilic frenzy to share the stories behind the stacks. Among the catalogued ‘zinesters are Jenna Freedman, editor of NYC’s Lower East Side Librarian Winter Solstice Shout-Out, and Chicago’s Celia Perez, who publishes I Dreamed I Was Assertive and Skate Tough You Little Girls.

    I’m going. Maybe I’ll see you there?

    – Marti

  2. Marti P has chased my blues away. Anyone else who is a librarian, aspires to be a librarian, or wants to hit on a librarian should meet us at Quimby’s, Monday night at 7.

    We’ll be the hot ones wearing glasses.

  3. Okay. I just googled myself and you know what came up? A certain post on the OC (outside cat) dated Nov. 19th. Thats it. I demand a new post utilizing both my first and last name with a happy and loving story… tar paper shack of a relationship, feh.


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